A Cup of Christmas – a FREE Kindle anthology!

This week I have a wonderful FREE gift to share with you from myself and several of our Tinderbox Workshop participants – Georgia Lee and Rena Blain – and many other fabulous authors!

TODAY though Thursday, you can go to Amazon and download A CUP OF CHRISTMAS, an anthology of heartwarming stories. The stories contributed are meant as gifts to you. Please send a copy to your friends and family, too! (This genius idea originated from Ms. Barbara Barth, editor and contributing author of the anthology. Learn more about her here.)

After Thursday, the ebook will be priced at $1.99 (a Christmas steal!) and ALL proceeds will go to FirstBook.orgFrom their website:

“First Book is determined to see that all children, regardless of their economic conditions, can achieve more in school and in life through access to an ongoing supply of new books.

With the help of our partners, donors and dedicated volunteers we have provided more than 120 million new books to schools and programs serving children in need. Yet millions of children are still waiting for our help.

Together we can make a difference in children’s lives. Together we can provide new books and critical resources that elevate the quality of education for children in low-income families.”

“Twenty-two years ago on a gusty December morning, when the air smelled so sweetly of vanilla that everyone in the town of Vacherie found themselves craving shortbread for breakfast, Laura Duparc’s husband lingered in a hospital bed, disappearing one heartbeat at a time. That’s when she’d begun to bake. Her fear and grief produced a sickening sweetness that slipped under windowsills and beneath doors, rose from the sidewalks and swirled in the treetops. It brought tears to the eyes of women who had buried their great loves, dreams, and children. Men climbed into their barn lofts or set to walking the banks of the Mississippi with no idea where they would go. They said they tasted alum and their tongues curled in their mouths. They feared their own mortality and lay awake at night calling up every memory of wasted youth so they would not lose their minds…”